I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 106: The Accident

"Holy..."

Victor noticed his hair...

It was no longer fully black.

A large portion of it—roughly half—had turned white.

himself at how effortlessly it responded.

Next, he waved a hand and sent dust into a

bin without lifting a foot.

His mom peeked from the kitchen doorway and raised a brow. "You know, I don't mind you helping around here, but must you do it like a ghost sweeping through the

house?"

Victor grinned. "Efficiency, mom. Time is money."

She rolled her eyes, though her smile gave

her away. "Right, right. But next thing I know, you'll be floating through walls.

He chuckled and joined her in the kitchen.

"I thought you were going to keep playing until you turned into a statue," she joked while flipping over a fried dumpling.

Victor chuckled before taking a seat. "Figured I should breathe actual air before I forget what it tastes like."

But before the conversation could continue, her eyed narrowed in suspicion as she gave him a scrutinizing look. "What happened to your hair?"

Victor blinked. "My...hair?"

Then he remembered—his reflection in the mirror. Black hair now streaked with white and brushing his shoulders.

Before he could answer, a loud series of knocks sounded at the door.

Victor turned to look at her. "You expecting someone?"

She shook her head while Victor moved to open the door.

A second later, Max, Jake, and Danny stormed into the house like a pack of unannounced hyenas. Max immediately pointed at Victor's head.

"Yo! When did you go all anime protagonist on us?"

Jake laughed before clapping Victor on the back. "Bro looks like he's one brooding moment away from leveling a city."

"I was just asking him the same thing," Victor's mom said from behind while chuckling as she waved them in. "You boys want breakfast? You're just in time."

The boys didn't need to be told twice.

Soon they were all huddled around the table, cracking jokes over scrambled eggs and rice, gulping down soy milk and throwing crumpled napkins at each other.

Max grinned as he shoved another dumpling into his mouth. "So, Vic… planning to woo Amara with that new look?"

Danny whistled. "The brooding look always works, I'm just saying."

Victor rolled his eyes. "Can you guys go five minutes without messing around?"

Jake leaned back with a smirk. "Absolutely not."

After breakfast, the four of them headed out together.

Jake had the camcorder slung over his shoulder as always while Victor kept scrolling through his phone as they walked.

He sighed. "Fifty thousand views. That's all."

"Still not bad," Max voiced with a tone of encouragement. "You'll get there."

Danny suddenly displayed a mischievous grinned. "You know what will get views? Underground fight club footage!"

Victor nearly choked on air. "What?!"

"Yeah!" Max nodded. "We got solid shots. I mean, the angle I got when you kicked Titan X across the cage was just chef's kiss."

Jake frowned immediately. "No. Absolutely not. Do you want to get Victor arrested?"

Victor raised a brow. "You recorded the fight?!"

Danny held up his hands. "Technically, Max did."

Victor just shook his head. "We're not posting it. End of story."

As they continued walking and arguing about what kind of videos they should try filming next, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by a loud alarm sound and the whirring of an engine.

Victor's eyes darted up just in time to see a hover minibus streaking down the nearby road. It's hazard lights flashed red as it swerved erratically. Clearly out of control.

Victor's gaze dropped to the sidewalk up ahead where a group of kids were playing, laughing and chasing a ball into the street.

"Move!" someone yelled.

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But the kids didn't notice in time.

Victor's body moved before his brain could finish the thought.

Wind circulated around him as he activated Wind Dash and vanished in a blur.

In the span of a heartbeat, he materialized between the kids and the incoming hoverbus. With his enhanced strength, he slammed his palm into the side of the bus, redirecting it off course before it could crush the children.

The bus swerved violently, smashing through a low fence and crashing into the side of a residential building causing bricks to fly like confetti.

The children screamed and scattered in fear.

Victor's eyes immediately tracked the vehicle as it kept shooting forward with speed—still not stopping.